This is a very random idea that literally popped in my head while I was at the library earlier today..
Plot:

Ivrani, a world literally split in half, divided equally between land and sea. The races of Ivrani are likewise split, with a 'good' and 'evil' faction of each race. These factions have been at war since the very Creation of Ivrani, and the good races were early driven out to sea. Nomadic from that time, they formed a complex 'kingdom' of sorts, though they were forced to live on individual ships, split into individual 'clans', and became known as the Exiles as a whole. However, after nearly five hundred years of wandering, one of the clans finally found an island out at sea, and it was by far large enough to build and populate a true kingdom on it. Build, they did, and the end result, after one hundred years of laboring, was a massive city, with shining white walls. The sea clans finally were able to populate the city, and as their population grew, other smaller islands in a hundred mile radius of the city were built up and populated. Meanwhile, the Usurpers(if anyone else has a better name they can think of, please let me know..), as they were commonly known, built up the land, united under one main monarch, with lesser kings and kingdoms under this monarch, however uneasily. Now, over ten thousand years later, the Exiles and Usurpers are once again at war, and the fate of Ivrani itself hangs in the balance..the Usurpers are united under a dark Overlord now, one who threatens to see to the destruction of all the Exiles, to cleanse the sea of their entire race. Meanwhile, the Queen of the Exiles intends to wage full-out war on all the Usurpers' coasts, in the hopes of making their defeat quick, easy, and with as little loss as possible. However, these two plans go awry right from the beginning, especially when an ancient prophecy, one fortelling the reuniting of the split races, though only after a deadly, full-out war. What will your position be in this conflict? Will you be an Exile, a seeker of a semi-peaceful solution, or instead, a Usurper, one who only wants to see the destruction of the Exiles?

Races:
Elves
Humans
Dwarves
Half-breeds(mixed human and elf)

Biography template:
Name:
Age
Gender:
Race:
Faction(Exile or Usurper):
Attire(style of dress):
Weapons:
History:

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Gotta love ya, Raven....every time I'm bored you start an RP Though I'm lazy, so I'm just gonna use models of my LotR characters. And can I be the Queen of the Exiles?

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Sure, that'll work out fine! I'll have my own characters up in a few..being kinda lazy right now, after typing all that plot out.

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'Kay. I'm in the process of deciding who I'll use and editing them appropriately...maybe, and here's a radical idea, I'll leave Meleth out of this one...

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*mock gasp of surpise* Amazing!

Just kidding.

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I'd love to join, if that's okay......


Name: Mira Andarlin

Age: Unknown

Gender: Female

Race: Elf

Faction(Exile or Usurper): Was born among the Usurpers by a captive female Elf, and has lived as one of them for most of her life.....

Attire(style of dress): Assassin-like, wearing mainly black and many weapons. Usually leather....

Weapons: Has twin scimitars strapped to her back and numerous knives hidden on her. Also carries a black bullwhip in the back of her belt, and twin longknives on her hips......

History: Was born to a captive Elf of the Usurpers, her father is unknown to her. Has worked for the usurpers and grown from the daughter of a slave to their top assassin. But a while ago something seemed wrong, and she began to question her side, having partially hated the Usurpers for what they did to her mother and probably her father. Has set out in search of the Exiles, to lend them a hand in the War of Earth and Sea.....

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For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him shall not die, but have everlasting Life. ~John 3:16~





~The Mercenary A-U Gentlewoman~

please save me a spot...g2g

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

Spot saved! And here's my two bios..

Name: Rylin
Age: Twenty in human years.
Gender: Male
Race: Half-breed, mother was an elf, father is a human(albeit a long-living human..). Chose to become an elf upon his coming of age, however.
Faction(Exile or Usurper): Usurper, born and raised
Attire(style of dress): Dresses all in black, most often tunics, pants, and long outer robes over it all.
Appearance: Has dark, shoulder-length hair and violet eyes, gives him a deathly appearance because of his pale skin.
Weapons: Carries a cruel-looking longsword at all times, as well as multiple throwing daggers with poisoned tips.
History: Born to a Usurper elf and the Overlord of the Usurpers, Rylin is the perfect persona of what a Usurper is supposed to be. Cold, uncaring, suicidal at times, he puts this behavior up as a front, though underneath the facade, he is a very uneasy individual. You would never guess this by just looking at him, however, since the facade, be what it is, is very solid..at least until he literally runs into an Exile that begin to change his mind about the direction of his life..

Name: 'Raven', true name unknown.
Age: Eighteen in human years.
Gender: Female
Race: Half-breed, supposedly orphaned, and still hasn't chosen whether to become human or elf, however.
Faction(Exile or Usurper): Exile
Attire(style of dress): Most often longsleeved white tunics, black pants, black and blue 'pirate-style' coats, and brown boots.
Appearance: Long, wavy reddish-blond hair and light violet eyes.
Weapons: Cutlass, kept on her at all times, as well as a bow and quiver.
History: Supposedly orphaned after birth, she was taken in by one of the smallest elven clans, since she had been born on their ship. Her mother had been taken aboard just a few days before, and before she had died in childbirth, she had stated simply that the father of her child was now long dead, and that she was soon to follow, for various reasons. Sure enough, she died mere moments after giving birth, after making the captain of the ship promise to take care of her daughter. The captain did just that, and he and his wife took the babe in as their own, naming her Raven because that was the last word her mother had uttered. From the beginning, however, the elves of that clan knew that Raven was different, from her unusual tendency of clumsiness, plus the fact that she tanned rather easily(elves in this world don't tan.). By the time she was five, the elves finally determined that she was a half-breed, though very few of them treated her differently since then. She works as hard as any other elf to prove her worthiness to serve her clan on their ship, and has even worked her way up to First Mate of said ship. This changed drastically, however, when the ship fell foul of a storm near one of the Usurper coasts, and the ship was nearly destroyed, and those on the ship killed, except for Raven herself. After this destruction, she felt herself hopeless, and began moving inland despite the protesting of her senses, and she soon ran into a Usurper, and after nearly shooting him, warily accepted help that he offered.

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Okay, here we go...

Name: Thyiri
Age: Seventeen in human years
Gender: Female
Race: Half-breed
Faction(Exile or Usurper): Exile
Appearance: Dark skin, purple eyes and white-blond wavy hair. Slender.
Attire(style of dress): She never had much choice, being from an extremely poor family, but since striking out in her own has acquired several other items of clothing - a black coat that's slightly too large, a pair of trousers and some boots, along with a makeshift shirt and vest.
Weapons: To fit in with her piratey appearance, Thyiri carries a sword.
Personality: Sly and clever. Knows what she wants and how to get it but very rarely resorts to less than moral ways to do.
History: Until age fourteen, Thyiri grew up very poor in a Usurper family. She eventually struck out on her own and has joined the side of the Exiles, though she is very secretive about her past, afraid nobody will trust her.

(Hehe, kinda mixed Ilythiiri and Isobel)

I have another one too, and I guess the Queen of the Exiles needs a profile, but my mom is booting me so I have to run.

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Very nice bio. *nods* Though I'm contemplating whether they'd have guns/pistols in this world or not..

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I'm brain-dead today...I'll come up with the other two bios later, but if you decide no guns, I can take it out, whatever works

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Yeah, I'm gonna have to say take the guns out, since they won't really fit in that well with the semi-primitive setting..though I may rescind this later, since I've got an idea for energy weapons similar to guns, so..yeah. I'll let you know. And I may actually start this rp off in a little while, since I'm bored.

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Guess I should come up with those bios then. Give me a minute or two...I'm not really creating anyone new, I just need to do some altering.

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All right..I'll begin typing out the opening post on notepad, then.

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Kay, here's the Queen:

Name: Atallia
Age: 24
Gender: Female, obviously
Race: Elf
Faction: Exile (again, obviously)
Appearance: Red hair and green eyes.
Attire: Rather expensive, she is the Queen after all, and has a liking for pretty clothing, so her wardrobe can therefore vary widely.
Weapons: Generally she doesn't do her own fighting, but when need be she does have a dagger hidden somewhere on her person.
Personality: Decisive and adept at making herself heard and understood. Is used to getting her way, but is not spoiled or selfish, and does not panic easily.
History: She grew up in the royal family, and became the ruling monarch at age 21, when her father died unexpectedly.

Hope that's okay, a lot of it was totally off the top of my head.

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It's perfectly fine! And now, we can start.
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Coughing hard and stumbling out of the ruins of the wrecked ship, Raven grimaced in pain, already feeling the pain of the burns she had recieved from her escape from the flames. Dropping on her knees once on the sand, a fair distance away from the burning ship, she blinked back the tears that burned at her eyes. Don't lose it now..you need to keep your mind clear if you're going to survive! the small voice of her conscience screamed at her, and she numbly accepted this as the truth, and pushed herself wearily to her feet. Mind rushing with images both before and after the wreck of her ship, she shook her head and tried to clear it, and let her reddish-blond hair fall in her face in the process.

"Now what?" she moaned, voice sounding slightly piteous because of her rightful fright. Here she was, on a strange coast, food, water and shelter all but consumed by fire, and with only her sword and bow to defend herself with against any wild beasts that might be around. And, on top of that, little did she know she was being watched..

"'Now what' is a very apt question.." said a nearby voice, and Raven jumped, reaching for her sword.

"Who's there?" she demanded, finally managing to draw her sword from its sheath.

"Someone who can help you." the voice spoke again, softer this time, and a few seconds later, a dark-haired male stepped out from the cover of the trees. Stiffening again in surprise, seeing he carried a sword, Raven's violet eyes narrowed.

"Who are you?"

"You will learn that later..first, I should be asking who you are."

"Raven." she replied warily, loosening her grip on her sword hilt, while lowering it.

"Rylin." the male, clearly an elf, responded.

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